Can't Commit
Steady smokin on the pac
Always high, that's a fact
Keep the ricky, that's a rack
Rubber bands make a stack
Bad bitch top me in the back
Of the all black cadillac
While we bumpin on this track
Pop a perky, keep the snacks
Put it in drive
Whipped that bitch around girl hit a nose dive
Hit that gas
Forgot I hate a date with this other girl at five
Didn't make it
She said it was over so I had to break it
It's cool do
Got another girl at the crib ready shake it
Count the paper
Like it when the bills real crispy like the baker
Real money maker
Can't fold the stacks ballin something like the Lakers
Yeah I keep it g
Average hours sleep every night is prolly three
Don't keep no heat on me
Still might get you toked up like some tree
Said she got what I need, can fulfill my fantasies
Even tho she got a boyfriend yeah she wanna be with me
Yeah she know I got the paper, but that really don't mean shit
Can't give no hoe a chance nah I really can't commit
No I can't commit
No these girls not loyal, they just want another fit
They'll take a young boys money and they'll act the part for it
Gotta stay on ten toes cause they waitin for me to slip
Got a lil somethin for these boys wanting to trip
Thinkin they gon pull up or see me out and get a lick
Show love everywhere I go, we stay on the big tips
Louis, fendi, Prada, Gucci, raf yuh be the drip
Yeah we smokin on the green
That's the kush, what you mean
I'm not poppin no beans
Can't say the same back at nineteen
Never turned into a fiend
This all started from a dream
Gonna rise put on the team
Everyday hustle be routine
He lightin mids
She rather be with me yuh said you was a kid
She gettin rid
Of that old boy pop right on me like a lid
He cappin, he a fed
Don't trust that bitch he gonna have you in a metal bed
Gotta love that girl
She rollin up my blunts after that she gimme head
After that she gimme head
Then we spark some cookies, thumb through all this bread
She in all red, lookin fine as hell hit the spread
Whispered in my ear, I'm pretty sure she said
Said she got what I need, can fulfill my fantasies
Even tho she got a boyfriend yeah she wanna be with me
Yeah she know I got the paper, but that really don't mean shit
Can't give no hoe a chance nah I really can't commit
Always high, that's a fact
Keep the ricky, that's a rack
Rubber bands make a stack
Bad bitch top me in the back
Of the all black cadillac
While we bumpin on this track
Pop a perky, keep the snacks
Put it in drive
Whipped that bitch around girl hit a nose dive
Hit that gas
Forgot I hate a date with this other girl at five
Didn't make it
She said it was over so I had to break it
It's cool do
Got another girl at the crib ready shake it
Count the paper
Like it when the bills real crispy like the baker
Real money maker
Can't fold the stacks ballin something like the Lakers
Yeah I keep it g
Average hours sleep every night is prolly three
Don't keep no heat on me
Still might get you toked up like some tree
Said she got what I need, can fulfill my fantasies
Even tho she got a boyfriend yeah she wanna be with me
Yeah she know I got the paper, but that really don't mean shit
Can't give no hoe a chance nah I really can't commit
No I can't commit
No these girls not loyal, they just want another fit
They'll take a young boys money and they'll act the part for it
Gotta stay on ten toes cause they waitin for me to slip
Got a lil somethin for these boys wanting to trip
Thinkin they gon pull up or see me out and get a lick
Show love everywhere I go, we stay on the big tips
Louis, fendi, Prada, Gucci, raf yuh be the drip
Yeah we smokin on the green
That's the kush, what you mean
I'm not poppin no beans
Can't say the same back at nineteen
Never turned into a fiend
This all started from a dream
Gonna rise put on the team
Everyday hustle be routine
He lightin mids
She rather be with me yuh said you was a kid
She gettin rid
Of that old boy pop right on me like a lid
He cappin, he a fed
Don't trust that bitch he gonna have you in a metal bed
Gotta love that girl
She rollin up my blunts after that she gimme head
After that she gimme head
Then we spark some cookies, thumb through all this bread
She in all red, lookin fine as hell hit the spread
Whispered in my ear, I'm pretty sure she said
Said she got what I need, can fulfill my fantasies
Even tho she got a boyfriend yeah she wanna be with me
Yeah she know I got the paper, but that really don't mean shit
Can't give no hoe a chance nah I really can't commit
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Writer(s): Sydney Colaw
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